2 comments/ 16972 views/ 11 favorites Ghostly Ghouls and Ghoulish Goblins By: SusanJillParker All characters in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no underage characters. This is a Halloween contest story. Please vote. * Ghosts come out to play on Halloween "Well, here we are," said John, the Mayor's assistant, pulling up to the house. A typical politician, he was a gray-haired, portly man in his late fifties with darting eyes, a plastic smile, and a weak handshake. "The house is so big," said Helen, the building inspector. "It will take me all day to inspect this place. I'm going to have come back later in the week with help and a 30' ladder to get up on the roof," she said shading her eyes to look at the chimneys. She was a tall, thirty-something-year-old, thin albeit shapely, intelligent blonde with modest breasts and a keen eye. It was rumored that she got the job as building inspector over more qualified and experienced candidates by sleeping with the mayor. She did. "It's so beautiful," said Kathy, the health inspector. She was a short, twenty-something-year-old, busty, redhead with big, blue eyes and freckles, it was rumored that she got the job over more qualified and experienced candidates by sleeping with Helen. Not true. She slept with the mayor too. * * * * * "The house hasn't been occupied in more than 50 years when, let me see," said John looking through some papers to read from them. "When Thomas and Irene Connor, married and lived here for sixty years. They died of natural causes. Probably carbon monoxide poisoning," he said with all the fireplaces in this grand house while looking up at the house. "He was 80 and she was 78. They were both found in bed holding one another." "Eww," said Helen. "That's so gross." "Gross? That's so romantic," said Kathy swooning. "That's how I want to go, that is, if ever I find a man to marry." "So, do you think this place is haunted?" Helen looked to John before looking to Kathy. "Haunted? Nah, don't be silly," said John waving a disbelieving in ghosts hand. "Built in 1880, according to the neighbors who have called the police after seeing some unearthly things and hearing some unearthly sounds, this house is wicked haunted," he said with a laugh. "I don't understand why it took more than fifty years for the city to come around to claim this place after it was abandoned in the 60's," said Kathy. "Shit happens. It fell through the cracks, no doubt, during reelection time," said John with a shrug and a laugh. "We put liens on it, of course, for unpaid back property taxes but the house just disappeared from the city's records one day." "A comedy of errors," said Helen. "What else is new?" "With one department not communicating with the other department, it was probably at the time when we were computerizing everything. Then there was the housing crisis when every other house was being foreclosed. With residents walking away from their mortgages, properties were being abandoned all over the city. The important thing is that we're here now to photograph it, check the condition of it for us to assign a value, and sell it," said John. Helen and Kathy alighted from the car and Helen looked back to John from the sidewalk. "Aren't you coming? Or are you afraid of the ghosts?" She laughed. "In a minute. I have to return the mayor's call," he said calling the mayor. "Well?" Helen looked to Kathy. "Shall we have a look inside?" "If you don't mind, I'd rather wait for John," said Kathy looking back to John talking on the phone while holding her pocketbook to her chest as if she was ready to bolt. "There's safety in numbers." "C'mon, don't be such a scaredy cat," said Helen pulling Kathy along. "Haven't you ever watched Ghost Hunters?" "Ghost Hunters? Yes all the time and I have and I have nightmares for days after watching it," said Kathy. "The dead can't hurt you, only the living can," said Helen marching up the stairs unafraid with Kathy lagging behind. "Hello? Building inspector," said Helen opening the unlocked, front door and peeking inside. "Health inspector," said Kathy following close behind her friend. "Wow! Look at this place. Look at all of this natural woodwork everywhere and with all of this Victorian detail. She walked around the first floor checking off her list while rattling off the items. "Original hardwood floors, beamed ceilings, pocket doors, and imported tiles will be great features at auction. "This is a one-of-a-kind house," said Kathy. "I love it," said Helen. "I wished I owned it," she said walking around the first floor while impressed with the grandeur of the house. "Built in bookcases, china hutch, and a butler's pantry, the wood looks like cherry or mahogany to me, perhaps a little of both." Ready to continue their inspection of the house, they both stopped at the main staircase to look up at the grand entrance. "Health inspector," said Kathy with her voice echoing through the reception hall and up the stairs. "Hello? Is there anyone here?" She stayed in place while looking up the stairs. "Suddenly, expecting Morticia Addams or Lurch to come walking down the stairs, I feel as if I'm in the Addams' family house," she said with a little laugh. As if suspended in time with everything in place and covered with cobwebs, mice and roaches now took possession of the period home. * * * * * "Tom! Wake up! There's someone in our house," said Irene. "Hello?" The two women called out again as they climbed the grand stairway to the second floor. "Is anyone here?" With his wife shaking him awake, immediately Tom awoke to the women's voices. "We're from the City," said Helen. "I'm the Building inspector." "I'm with the Health Department," said Kathy. Not since a burglar opened his front door late at night has anyone been in his house. Taking action in his own hands, Tom summarily dealt with him and the intruder ran screaming from the house. Now again, twenty years later, someone was in his house. Someone had dared enter his house uninvited. With his wife, Irene, by his side, literally he flew down the stairs to greet his unexpected guests. He was there in front of them before they could take another step. "They're from the city Irene," he said standing in front of them as if to block their way and to stop them from going upstairs. Only, continuing walking up the stairs, they walked right through him as if he wasn't even there. "This one is a health inspector and the other one is a building inspector," said Tom flying ahead of them again. "Oh my God," said Irene beginning to cry. "What? What's wrong Irene?" Tom put his big arm around his wife to console her. "Don't cry. Everything will be okay." "If they condemn our house, we'll have no place to live? Where will we go? I can't leave here Tom. I won't leave here. This is our home," she said sobbing in her hands. "Condemn our house? That's absurd. Why would they condemn our house? They don't make houses like this anymore Irene. There's nothing wrong with this house that a little paint and elbow grease can't fix," he said looking around the interior of his home. "If they don't condemn it, they'll sell it. They'll auction it off to the highest bidder," she said wringing her hands. "Don't worry about anything Irene," said Tom with anger. "I'll take care of everything," he said flying up the stairs after the women with Irene lagging behind them. "Tom! No! Don't hurt them. I know how you get when you're upset," she said following behind her husband. "Calm yourself. Control your temper." "They pissed me off Irene coming in here uninvited," he said pounding his fist in the air. "How dare they? How dare they come in my house?" "Did you hear that?" Kathy pulled at her friend. "Hear what?" Helen stopped on the stairs. "I thought I heard a voice," said Kathy. "It's just your imagination Kathy. There's no one here but us," said Helen. * * * * * As soon as Helen opened their bedroom door and walked in their bedroom, with Tom standing poised right behind her, ready to take action, he lifted her short skirt all the way up to her shoulders. Holding it there in place with one hand, he pulled her white, bikini panties down and off with his other hand. Then, bending her forward, he pulled her blouse up across her back and with a hard pull and a quick tug, he removed her blouse and bra. Helen was naked. "Helen!" Kathy laughed. "What are you doing? Why did you strip yourself naked?" "I did no such thing Kathy. Someone stripped me naked. It must be a ghost. This place is haunted," said Helen. "Help me up. Let's get the Hell out of here." Kathy rushed to her aid in her feeble attempt to help her gather her clothes before the ghost could harm them and before John could see Helen naked. She tried getting up from the bed but unable to move, Tom held her in place with one hand while attacking and sexually molesting Kathy with his other hand. The will of a ghost too strong for mere, mortal humans to combat, Tom was determined to make them leave and to never return. As soon as Kathy leaned over her friend to help her get dressed, in the way that Helen's blouse and bra were removed, Kathy's blouse and bra was removed too. When she went to retrieve her clothes, her skirt was ripped off of her body and her panties were pulled down and off. Now with both women naked, a ghostly hand pushed them both back on the bed and held the naked women in place. Then, lifting up one woman, as if he was going to body slam her in the way of a wrestler, he positioned the women in the sixty-nine position and held their heads in place by their naked pussies while putting their hands on one another's naked breasts. Still busy with the mayor on the phone, John finally ended his phone call and entered the house. "Hello? Helen? Kathy? Where are you? Where'd you two go? Did the ghosts get you?" He laughed while climbing the stairs. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." When he reached the second floor landing with the master bedroom straight ahead, he continued walking inside the bedroom. Then, when he saw Helen and Kathy having lesbian sex, he pulled down his pants, pulled up a chair, and took his cock in hand. "Oh my Tom. He's playing with his thingy," said Irene in her grandmotherly voice while shielding her eyes with her hand. "Bastard," said Tom. "He's such a dirty bastard. Avert your eyes Irene. Avert your eyes," he said leaving Irene in charge of the women to take care of John. "Keep those women right where they are, Irene, while I attend to this pervert," said Tom. Forcefully lifting him off his chair with one hand while stripping off his clothes with the other, he added the man's naked body to the women's naked bodies. Then, grabbing their camera, he took photos of the trio, opened the camera, and took the memory stick. "Get out," he said loud enough for them to hear his voice from the living to the dead. "Get out of my house and never return or I'll send these photos to the newspaper," said Tom. Grabbing their clothes the man and two women ran from the house dressing as they ran. * * * * * Several years passed since that day when three uninvited, city employees invaded his home. Now with everything back to the way it should be, Tom awakened bored and restless. Wanting to do something he's never done in more than fifty years, he wanted to go out for a walk around the neighborhood. "Tom! Wait! Where are you going?" Tom stopped at the front door to turn and look at his wife. "Out Irene. I'm going out," he said with attitude as if going out was a bigger deal that it was. "Out? Out where?" "I dunno, just for a walk. You're welcome to come with me," he said. "Come with you? We can't go out," she walked close enough to him to pull him away from the front door. "Stay here. Stay here with me," she said. "No, I need to go out. Stop. Let go of me," she said pulling away from his wife. "Where would you even go? The neighborhood has all changed. All of our old neighbors have moved away, are living in nursing homes, or are dead. We don't know anyone living here anymore," she said giving him a pleading look for him to change his mind and stay there with her. "I need to get some air. I feel suffocated," he said loosening his collar. "You know you're not supposed to leave the grounds Tom. You're not even supposed to leave the house," she said. "Why not? Why can't I leave the house and/or the grounds?" "Why not?" She shook her head with sadness. "You should know better than to even ask that question," she said looking at him with confusion. "Being that I asked the question, tell me once and for all why I can't go out?" As if he was a prisoner in jail or confined to a mental institution, he stared out the window at the big, full moon before looking back at her. "Just answer me why I can't go out and I'll never ask to go out ever again. Okay?" He peered out the window looking down the street and up the street while waiting for her to respond. "You can't go out. You just can't," she said. "Look outside. The street is filled with people. It's Halloween. Everyone is out," he said as if he was a little child being punished instead of being the grown man and albeit dead mature adult that he was. "Come outside with me Irene. If only just for a walk around the block, we'll both go outside and have some Halloween fun." "No Tom. No. You mustn't leave here," she said. "Why Irene? Why?" "Because," she said pausing with confusion. "You must stay here," she said with soft resignation. "We both must stay here. We must not leave this house. We're not allowed to leave here Tom, you know that. We can't go outside. We must never go outside." "Why? Why must I stay here? Why must you stay here? Why can't we go outside and have some fun? Truly for me to ask you the question, I don't understand why I can't go outside. Give me one good reason why I cannot leave this house, my own house, to go outside." "Because that's the rules?" She threw up her hands with her chin held high in victory that she was able to think of one good reason to tell her husband why he couldn't go outside. "Rules? Bullshit! What rules? Whose rules? I didn't agree to any rules Irene when I died? Did you agree to any rules? I didn't sign a contract that states that I must stay inside these four walls and never go outside ever again. Did you sign a contract to always remain here and to never go outside? Tell me, Irene, did you agree to any rules on my behalf that said that I can't go outside?" He looked at his wife while waiting for her to answer. He shrugged and raised his hands palm up in front of her to pressure her to respond. Perhaps something she was afraid to admit and to verbalize, she was slow to answer. "No but the rules are of us being dead are such that we must stay here and never leave here. We can't leave here Tom. We have no idea what will happen to us if we try to leave here. If anything, we're lucky that we're still together." "There's nothing that can happen to us that hasn't already happened to us Irene. We're dead. We're both dead. Dead! Being that we're dead and no one gives a shit about either one of us anymore and with no children to worry about and grandchildren to take care of, finally we're free. Finally, we can live our lives, even if we are dead," he said. "The rules of us being residual ghosts are that we can never leave this house Tom. Unless we're released by some paranormal person for us to rest in peace, we must remain here forever to haunt this place." "Residual ghosts? Paranormal person? Hogwash. You know as much as I do that there's no such thing as residual ghosts and paranormal people are nothing more than scam artists and charlatans," he said looking at her before looking out the window again and before returning his focus to her. "You need to accept that we're no longer among the living. We're dead Tom. Dead. Moreover, we're ghosts. You must forget about ever leaving here and going outside ever again. For some inexplicable reason, instead of dying in peace, we're residual ghosts doomed forever to haunt our own house. Stuck here forever, we're dead, dead, dead," she said with sorrowful sadness. "You've been watching too much Ghost Hunters," he said waving a downward hand of disgust at her. "There's no such thing as residual ghosts. A ghost is a ghost is a ghost, just as dead is dead is dead. Those paranormal frauds only say that there are residual ghosts and residual hauntings when they can't explain what the apparition they see or feel really is. Those so called paranormal phonies only say that it's a residual ghost as their way to earn a living with machines that can't detect anything but money. Ghosts, just ghosts, we're just ghosts doom to spend our eternity on earth instead of resting in peace. Just as there's no difference in being dead, there's no difference in being a ghost." "We're residual ghosts Tom and we must remain here at all times," she said again. "Tell me this then," he said while losing patience with his wife. "Have you ever seen a residual ghost?" "Yes, I'm looking at one right now," she said smiling before laughing at her dead husband. "Aside from me and you, and keeping in mind all the ghosts that we know, have you ever seen a residual ghost?" "In that case, I can't say that I have." "I rest my case," he said throwing his hand up in the air. "You just don't want to go out is all. Is that it? You're just afraid. Is that it? Are you afraid to leave this house Irene?" He pointed his finger at her as if he was a prosecuting attorney and she was a guilty witness on the stand. "Are you afraid that I'll leave you to haunt somewhere else?" "We're dead Tom. We're dead. We're not allowed to leave here," she said beginning to cry. "I haven't left this house since I died more fifty years ago," she said with sadness while wiping her tears away with a tissue. "Just once, I wish I could see my children and my grandchildren again, and now my great grandchildren." "You can see them. We can see them. Let's go then! Let's go see everyone. Let's go and haunt the shit out of them all," said Tom eager to leave here to go anywhere. "No Tom. You're right. I'm afraid to leave her for fear of what might happen to us," she said. "C'mon Irene. Don't be afraid. Nothing will happen so long as I'm by your side to protect you. Trust me, I won't leave you. I love you. I always have and always will love you forever and ever. Until death do we part no longer means anything to us now. I'm still here with you long after we died," he said kissing his wife. "We're still together in the same house that we bought so long ago when we were first married." "I love you too Tom," she said returning his ghostly passion with her ghostly kiss. "Just once let's go for a walk Irene. I haven't seen what happened to our neighborhood in more than fifty years. Please? It's Halloween. I want to go outside and have some fun. Let's go scare the shit out of someone. Okay?" She looked at him begging her and finally resigned herself to leave here to go outside. "Okay but just one walk around the block," she said, "and we come right back. Okay?" "Okay," he said excited to finally venture outside. "Let me get my shoes, my coat, and my hat," she said looking in the mirror. "I should put on some lipstick. I look so pale," she said fixing her hair and pinching her cheeks while looking down at the dog. "Should we take the dog?" "The dog?" Sitting pretty as if he was just as excited about going outside as was Tom, the dog looked up at him while wagging his tail. "Why? Why must we take the dog? We always take the dog. Does he have to go pee again? I swear that dog is diabetic with all of the urination he does." "No he doesn't have to pee anymore. He hasn't peed in fifty years but let's bring the dog, if only for protection." Ghostly Ghouls and Ghoulish Goblins "Protection from what? We're ghosts. We're dead. No one can harm us and nothing can hurt us. Trust me Irene, nothing and no one can injure us that hasn't already killed us," he said with a ghostly laugh that echoed throughout the haunted house. * * * * * "What was that? Did you hear that? I just heard a ghostly laugh," said some trick or treaters walking by the house outside. "Oh that's just a ghost. My Mom said not to go in there. My Mom said that the place is wicked haunted by the old people who used to live them back in the '60's. They died in their sleep from a carbon monoxide leak from their fireplace," he said. "Let's cross the street. I'm getting the heebie jeebies," said one of the trick or treaters. "I don't like ghosts," said another. "I don't like ghosts especially on Halloween and especially during a full moon," said another while looking up at the sky. "Let's get outta here," said the last trick or treater. * * * * * "Besides the dog is too small to protect us from anything," said Tom while not wanting to take his cute dog and ruin his good time of scaring people. "He's a Chihuahua. Always shaking and crying, the dog is afraid of his own shadow." "I still want to take him Tom. He'll be scared to stay home alone," she said picking up the dog to hold him and cuddle him in her arms. "Unbelievable, a ghost dog who's afraid of what? Humans? Gees Irene, listen to yourself. I wish I had bought a real dog, a German Shepard or a Doberman pinscher." "Please can we take him for a walk too?" "Okay, okay. I'll get the leash. C'mon Oscar. Wanna go out? Good boy. That's a good dog. Here, you hold the dog Irene. I need my hands to be free so that I can look scary for me to scare people," he said holding his arms over his head as if he was a monster instead of a ghost. "I'm not going to scare anyone when holding a tiny Chihuahua at the end of a leash." "I don't think you should try and scare anyone Tom. Besides, I don't think they can see us," said Irene in her soft voice while shaking her head. "They won't even know we're there." "Some people can see us and those who can't see us can feel us," he said with assuredness. "We just have to look at the fright on their faces to know if they can see us or not," he said with a laugh. "Okay, but I swear Thomas if you go around lifting women's skirts and stripping women naked in the way you did when those two, poor, city inspectors came to the house, I'm going home. I mean it! I can't believe you lifted their skirts, pulled down their panties, and stripped them naked. Even worse what you did, I can't believe that horrid man was masturbating over his naked co-workers. Shame on him!" "Stripping those people naked is what I needed to do to scare them away Irene," he said with a laugh. "We're safe now. No one will bother us." "Please don't do any of that Tom. I don't want you stripping women naked. That's just so disgusting Thomas. I realize that you're dead and it really doesn't matter if you look, touch, and feel other woman anymore, but have some respect for me," she said. "Okay, okay Irene. I won't strip any women naked. I just want to go out for a walk on Halloween," he said ready to walk through the front door. "Trust me Tom, I know what it feels like to be violated after that man groped me on the bus decades ago. Women don't appreciate being so groped, having their skirts raised to their waist, and their panties pulled down to their ankles," said Irene. "No one wants to be stripped naked," she said. "That's just disgusting." "Okay, okay, I promise I'll behave," said Tom. "Gees, what's the sense of being a ghost if you can't have any fun?" * * * * * With Irene and Oscar in tow, Tom walked through the front door as if it wasn't even there. "Boo," he said to the first group of trick or treaters he saw. "Mommy! Mommy!" The group of kids ran away. "Aren't you a little old to be scaring children?" The mother took her child by the hand to cross the street. "I'm calling the police," she said pulling out her IPhone. "That man is scaring my child," she said to other parents while pointing to him still standing on the sidewalk. "911, what's your emergency?" "There's a man, a pedophile probably, dressed as a ghost scaring children." "What's your location? I'm on Elm Street and he's standing right here in front of me." "Can you describe him?" "He's tall, elderly, and pale. He looks the way that all old men look in the dark when illuminated by a full moon," she said. "Oh, and he's with an old woman holding a dog, a cute little Chihuahua." She looked at Irene. "What's your dog's name? He so cute." "Oscar." "What's with your husband scaring the kids?" The woman looked at Irene and frowned. "Why is he so mean?" "I apologize for his behavior. He doesn't get out much. He means no harm," said Irene giving her husband an elbow to the ribs. "It's Halloween. He just wants to have some fun." "Hello? Ma'm? What are they wearing?" "Oh, sorry, I was talking to one of them, the woman, she seems very nice. What are they wearing? They're all in ghost costumes, even the dog," she said. "A car is on the way," said the dispatcher. A crowd of concerned parents gathered around from the commotion. "What's wrong?" Asked one. "This man was scaring the children." "What man? I don't see any man," said someone. "Careful, she might be crazy or horny if she's seeing men," said someone laughing. "What's the matter?" Asked another. "I dunno, someone said there's a pedophile." "A pedophile? Where is he?" "That one over there," said someone else. "Where? I don't see anyone," said another. "What happened?" Asked another parent. "Some guy was trying to take one of the kids," he said. "What happened?" Asked someone else who happened upon the scene. "That guy was trying to kill some kids." "No way." "What guy? Point him out. Where is he? I don't see anyone. There's no one there." "Him. That's him. That old pedophile dressed as a ghost," said one of the people pointing to nothing. Fortunately or unfortunately, no everyone could see the ghosts. "Hey! You better get outta here before we called the police," said one man. "I already have. The police are on their way," said the mother. "Let's get him before he gets away," said someone in the crowd. "Where is he? I don't see him," said someone else. When the crowd turned to Tom, in all the commotion, Irene dropped the leash. "Run Irene. Run!" "Wait! I have to get the dog." Oscar, the brave little dog that he is, stood his ground and attacked the leg of the first person who tried to kick him. Kicking right through him, he growled, snarled, and snapped. Again and again the person tried to kick the dog to get the dog off of him but couldn't. "Oh my God! That's a ghost dog and those are really ghosts. Ghosts! Run! Everyone run!" With most of the crowd not seeing the ghosts, the crowd started running in all different directions just as a police car and a news van pulled up. The policeman, an obese, middle-aged patrolman emerged from his car. "Alright, alright, everyone calm down and tell me all that happened. "Ghosts! They're ghosts. They're really ghosts," said one person from the crowd who could see the ghosts. "They tried taking one of our children," said another person. "They tried to kill one of the kids," said someone else. Being able that he was one of the ones who could see the ghosts, with gun drawn, the cop turned and approached the ghosts. "Let's see some ID," he said. "ID? We don't have any," said Tom. "What are you illegal aliens?" When they didn't answer him, he asked his question again. "Are you legally in this country?" Asked the patrolman. "Yes, of course we are, we're United States citizens," said Irene. "I was born here in 1898 and my wife was born in 1900." "What are you a comedian? If you were born in 1900 and your husband was born in 1898, you'd be well over a hundred," said the cop trying to compute their ages in his head. "You'd both already be dead," he said being the idiotic detective that he wasn't. "Please, I just want to go home. I live right there," said Tom to no avail when the policeman turned his attention to Irene. "You're not terrorists are you?" Questioned the police. "No, we're no terrorists, you idiot. We're ghosts. We're just ghosts, residual ghosts but I just wanted to go outside. I just wanted to scare someone," said Tom. "I'm sorry. Can I just go home now? Please? I promise to behave." "Home? No you can't go home," said the cop turning to Tom. "You must remain here until I complete my investigation and with neither of you having any ID, I'm going to have to take you down to the station to be fingerprinted for a positive identification," he said. "Irene, my wife, told me not to go outside but I wouldn't listen to her. I needed to get some air. Being that it's Halloween, I just wanted to scare someone," he said with sadness. "Being that I'm dead, I just wanted to have some Halloween holiday fun. Can we go back in our house now? I promise not to scare anyone anymore. Please?" A news van following the police reports on their scanner turned down Elm Street and parked their van. With cameraman, sound man, and lighting man in tow, the news reporter, a good looking, shapely blonde with big tits, started conducting her live broadcast. "We're here live on Elm Street interviewing Halloween ghosts that have been accused of scaring trick or treaters. Excuse me sir. Sir? Excuse me. I'm Rebecca Roberts from News TV. What's your name?" "Tom, Tom Conner," said Tom. "Are you a real ghost," she said with a laugh. "Of course I'm a real ghost," said Tom looking in the camera while fixing his hair. "Are we on TV?" "Yes, this is a live broadcast," said Rebecca. "I've always wanted to be on TV," said Tom striking a pose. "Tell our viewing audience what it feel like to be a ghost?" With Tom still enamored with the TV camera, hamming it up by playing his role as a scary ghost, when Tom ignored the reporter and didn't answer her, the news woman turned from Tom to Irene. "What's your name?" "Irene," she said submissively. "And you're Tom's wife?" "Yes." "And are you a real ghost too?" "Yes," said Irene with all one word, one syllable answers as if she was a nervous guest on a talk show. "Tell our viewing audience what does it feel like to be dead?" Angered by the woman badgering his wife, with the woman now focusing her attention on Irene, Tom walked behind the woman and lifted her short skirt up to her shoulders. She struggled to pull her skirt down but to no avail. Holding her skirt there in place, she jumped around and back and forth as if she was a fish on a hook. With the camera still rolling and the feed broadcast live on TV news, he not only exposed her white, bikini panties to the crowd of onlookers but also to the world. "Hey let go of me," she said trying to break away from the ghost and push down her skirt. "Pervert. You pervert ghost! Let me go! Let me go! Stop! Don't do this! Cut! Cut," she said. "Stop the camera." "Not a chance," said Clive Oliver, the cameraman. "This is my chance to win an Emmy." As if he was the top dog in a cat fight, in a quick pull and a hard tug, he removed her skirt and pulled her panty down and off. Now with her brown pussy exposed, everyone knew that she wasn't a natural blonde as she always professed to be. Don't you dare," she screamed when he pulled her blouse up over her back. As soon as she leaned down to pull up her panty, Tom pulled her blouse and bra over her head and off of her body. Now naked, her breasts were exposed, as well as her ass and pussy, to the TV viewing audience. With her clothes strewn everywhere, trying in vain to cover her nakedness with her hands and arms, Rebecca Roberts stood there totally exposed before running to her van without her clothes. Trying to cover her tits and pussy with one hand with her other hand to her ass, unable to completely cover either, she was naked on a live news broadcast that was instantly picked up by satellites and broadcast all over the world. "I never liked her," said the Clive. "Holier than thou, she's so full of herself. She's such a bitch." "Alright, come with me. I'm taking you in," said the officer putting handcuffs around Tom's wrist. When the handcuffs fell to the sidewalk with a clink, Tom, Irene, and Oscar made mad a run for it. Safely inside their house, with Tom never wanting to go outside ever again, they never left their house again, that is...until the book was written and the movie, The Haunted House on Elm Street, was release. Winning the Oscar for the best screenplay, Rebecca Roberts appeared at the Oscars for her nude, live role in the movie with her cameraman, Clive Oliver, who won the Oscar for best cinematography. Now famous and fabulous rich, Tom and Irene live a lavish lifestyle. Not knowing that their house was still in the family and that their parents were still alive, not really, not at all, kind of, as they were still dead and ghosts, Tom and Irene were reunited with their children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Tom paid the city the back taxes and penalties with interest, and with the money earned from the book and movie, restored his house to the way it was in the 60's. They all lived there happily ever after. THE END This is a Halloween contest story. Please vote.